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May. 1st, 2009 08:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
reallyaduckShe just wants to help Mytho one more time - that's all. She really doesn't plan to be Princess Tutu again for any longer than that.
But she can't just let him drown!
And she can't save him while she's just a duck. She can't. She can't do anything unless she's Princess Tutu. So when she sees the pendant floating in the water in front of her, she swims through it without a pause and lets the magic work . . .
She lands at the bottom of the river - she can breathe, of course, she doesn't think twice about this - and sees Mytho standing before her, cringing back a little.
Which is extra awful because no matter how confused she is as Duck, she's never uncertain when she's Princess Tutu. Princess Tutu always knows what to do.
But her feet don't falter, and her mimes, as she urges Mytho to return to the surface with her, are the essence of grace. That's the nice thing about being a magical princess. And when Princess Tutu breaks down and cries as she tries to tell Mytho how she just wanted to help him - how she never imagined how much he would suffer because of her - even her tears are beautiful.
When Duck cries, her mouth is open and her eyes are red and she bawls. When Duck cries, Fakir tells her that she's an eyesore and shoves her into a wall and storms off.
When Tutu cries, Mytho steps forward and holds out a hand, and tells her not to weep, that he'll come back with her. And Tutu looks up and smiles, her face as unstained as if she was never crying at all, and brings them back up to the surface.
But once they're firmly on the ground, Tutu turns to Mytho, and realizes, to her astonishment, that now she has saved him again she doesn't quite know what to say.
"Oh, I, uh, I'm sorry," she says, and feels unnervingly like Duck as she stammers. "But I'm afraid this will be the last time."
Mytho just stares at her. But this isn't really unusual, so she forges on. This is right . . . isn't it?
"I promise to never appear before you again. So don't worry," she says, hands at her sides, with no mime to accompany her words, and then, as Mytho still doesn't answer - "well, uh. Goodbye," she says, at a loss for more, and turns to go. Her steps are light and determined as she walks away, and her heels touch down on the grass.
"Wait!"
Duck - no, Tutu - pauses.
"I understand a little of what I'm feeling right now," Mytho says, voice halting. "These are feelings of loneliness, and of sorrow. I don't want you to just disappear."
"But I haven't brought you anything but pain," Tutu says, without turning.
"I don't care," Mytho says. It's the most determined she's ever heard him sound. "Even if it hurts, when I think of you, I can feel a small light being kindled and come to life in my heart."
Now Tutu does turn her head to look at him. "So can I."
"If you disappear, I feel like that light would be snuffed out and vanish with you. That's why I fear," Mytho says. His eyes start to brim with tears.
(Mytho cries beautifully too, of course. A fairytale prince could hardly do less.)
"I want you to restore my heart, Tutu."
Tutu stands frozen as Mytho steps towards her. "The voice that comes from this river is most likely my desire for knowledge. Return it to my heart?"
She should be certain now. He said it himself - he did! He wants her to restore his heart, and, as if in answer to his words, the red Mytho-shadow comes pirouetting up out of the river, ready to return to him. But -
"But -"
I see, says the shard. So I am you, and you are me.
No one pays it any attention. "Are you sure?" Tutu says, and, when Mytho nods, steps forward, very slowly, hands out for the shard -
But then there is an interruption.
But she can't just let him drown!
And she can't save him while she's just a duck. She can't. She can't do anything unless she's Princess Tutu. So when she sees the pendant floating in the water in front of her, she swims through it without a pause and lets the magic work . . .
She lands at the bottom of the river - she can breathe, of course, she doesn't think twice about this - and sees Mytho standing before her, cringing back a little.
Which is extra awful because no matter how confused she is as Duck, she's never uncertain when she's Princess Tutu. Princess Tutu always knows what to do.
But her feet don't falter, and her mimes, as she urges Mytho to return to the surface with her, are the essence of grace. That's the nice thing about being a magical princess. And when Princess Tutu breaks down and cries as she tries to tell Mytho how she just wanted to help him - how she never imagined how much he would suffer because of her - even her tears are beautiful.
When Duck cries, her mouth is open and her eyes are red and she bawls. When Duck cries, Fakir tells her that she's an eyesore and shoves her into a wall and storms off.
When Tutu cries, Mytho steps forward and holds out a hand, and tells her not to weep, that he'll come back with her. And Tutu looks up and smiles, her face as unstained as if she was never crying at all, and brings them back up to the surface.
But once they're firmly on the ground, Tutu turns to Mytho, and realizes, to her astonishment, that now she has saved him again she doesn't quite know what to say.
"Oh, I, uh, I'm sorry," she says, and feels unnervingly like Duck as she stammers. "But I'm afraid this will be the last time."
Mytho just stares at her. But this isn't really unusual, so she forges on. This is right . . . isn't it?
"I promise to never appear before you again. So don't worry," she says, hands at her sides, with no mime to accompany her words, and then, as Mytho still doesn't answer - "well, uh. Goodbye," she says, at a loss for more, and turns to go. Her steps are light and determined as she walks away, and her heels touch down on the grass.
"Wait!"
Duck - no, Tutu - pauses.
"I understand a little of what I'm feeling right now," Mytho says, voice halting. "These are feelings of loneliness, and of sorrow. I don't want you to just disappear."
"But I haven't brought you anything but pain," Tutu says, without turning.
"I don't care," Mytho says. It's the most determined she's ever heard him sound. "Even if it hurts, when I think of you, I can feel a small light being kindled and come to life in my heart."
Now Tutu does turn her head to look at him. "So can I."
"If you disappear, I feel like that light would be snuffed out and vanish with you. That's why I fear," Mytho says. His eyes start to brim with tears.
(Mytho cries beautifully too, of course. A fairytale prince could hardly do less.)
"I want you to restore my heart, Tutu."
Tutu stands frozen as Mytho steps towards her. "The voice that comes from this river is most likely my desire for knowledge. Return it to my heart?"
She should be certain now. He said it himself - he did! He wants her to restore his heart, and, as if in answer to his words, the red Mytho-shadow comes pirouetting up out of the river, ready to return to him. But -
"But -"
I see, says the shard. So I am you, and you are me.
No one pays it any attention. "Are you sure?" Tutu says, and, when Mytho nods, steps forward, very slowly, hands out for the shard -
But then there is an interruption.
